Spitty's Spiffy Sunday Selfie

Newsflash: It was over 80° today. No, no, no, no, no!

Spitty has not approved such a$$hattery and wishes to file a complaint with the Proper Authorities. The Human says that is not her and really there is probably no one who can help me. That doesn't sound right, though, does it? 
Wasn't it that stoopy Apollo guy who drove the sun across the sky? He prolly has a cell number. Anybody got it? Maybe I could text him.

You Just Can't Trust a Human

 During spring break, I came to allow the Human unusual liberties. She was allowed some lap time, she was allowed to walk right up and pick me up, she suffered not a single wound. However, spring break came to a crashing halt last Monday. The rules have reverted to their usual state: Do not stalk me, do not pick me up, do not expect a warm welcome when you suddenly reappear after 10 hours. Got that? Color me suspicious.

Cleanliness Is Next to Codliness

Sometimes the Human offers to give me a Real Baff, but then she explains that it means putting my beautiful furry body in  water. ::shudder::

As if Spitty would ever do that!

This? She Walks Away from This Every Morning?

I really don't see how she can, do you?
I sat in the hallway this morning and gazed mournfully at her as she backed furtively through the door, ashamed.

As well she should be.

She told me tonight that tomorrow the drama class and the a cappella singers are having their spring performance and she will be staying at school till Cod only knows when. I will probably starve, right? 

But she'll have seen her show and so it will have all been worth it.

Ah, Those Were Fun Times Way Back during Easter Break . . . Yesterday

This looks like it might be fun.

It is! It *is* fun!

Sunday Selfie: So You Think You Need to Go Back to Work Tomorrow?

Because, really, you don't.

You can just stay home here with me all the time.

As I would prefer.

IKEA Cat

Some assembly required.